A World Of Losers

There are no
winners
here on Earth,
but only
losers of
all kinds
and
sorts,
some win
the game
of money
and fame,
but choke
in every
single
match of
love,
some have
lost
everything,
even their
hope,
but their
minds are
great
mighty
wells of
wisdom,
for suffering
is the
brain egg
of the
wiseman
and the
maker of
invisible
gems and
gold,
and some
are the
caskets
of
confidence,
and will
never
kiss
a
girl,
the sad
loser,
not ever
knowing
love,
their
mind is
a book
with
vignettes
of gloom,
there
are people
who need
nothing,
but their
pail is
empty
and joy
is a
nemesis,
an elusive
horse
that he
is
chasing
to no
avail,
if you look
long and hard
your eyes
shall see
the vast lots
of losers
various
as
fruit